"Who else gwine do it? Ise gwine tek him home!"
"Out there!" exclaimed Frances, in dismay, and then she asked practically. "What's the matter with him?"
"De Lawd only knows! He's jes' all crippled up, an' his— Lawd! Lawd!" The old woman broke into loud sobbing.
"Now, Susan!" comforted Frances, "don't worry; of course you want to go, and you shall."
"I done sont word to Roxie to come hyar an' cook fur you."
"I'm glad of that!" said the professor. He had little sympathy with the prodigal who only came back to be a care.
"I'll carry you both out to-morrow," declared Frances, "but don't you think you ought to go and warm the place up and get everything comfortable?"
"He ain't so bad as he was," said Susan meekly, "he been in de horsepittle a month, he said."
"And now they have discharged him, he's come down here on you!"